CHAPTER III 
SCHAROK AGAIN 
Sunday, July 22nd.—Soon after Uano had left us 
last night, or rather this morning, the wind got up 
very wildly from the north-east, and was accompanied 
by a heavy drizzle of fog. As I did not feel sleepy I 
sent Hyland to bed, and then went for a two hours’ 
stroll down the coast. The ice looked more promising, 
for it had moved out to sea, and between it and the 
sand-banks was quite a wide bit of open water. 
It was not a cheerful walk, and at five o'clock I was 
back and ready to sleep. 
I was up again at six, and after an eight o'clock break- 
fast went to sleep again till eleven, for it was such a 
wretched day that this seemed the best thing to be done. 
There was a good deal of skinning and writing to be 
finished, so we did not have luncheon till 6 p.m., but 
then, as it was Sunday, we finished the last of our little 
tin of dried vegetables, which we had been eating once 
a week. 
Hyland told me the following interesting story :— 
‘The day before yesterday I was up by the lake when 
a cock snowy owl came by and began cutting down at 
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